littlewashu: (dr. girlfriend - amused)
Well, I remembered to set my alarm for this morning, but I snoozed for ever, because I was having a pretty awesome dream.

The first aspect of the dream was that I was hanging out with Natural Breakdown. (Natural Breakdown are the band we hired to play at our wedding, and in real life, I need to call them as I haven't spoken with them in a while and need to get some things settled.) The more interesting aspect is that I also met a friend of theirs, who may have been Olivia Munn, or possibly Megan Fox, or perhaps an amalgamation of the two -- certainly a smokin' yet kind, friendly, approachable, and somewhat shy brunette. We started hanging out a bit and I was pretty sure I liked her and I was pretty sure that she liked me and it took a couple days, but by the end of the dream we were totally making out, man. But it wasn't like that, we LIKED each other, she was going to be my GIRLFRIEND.

So it was tough to get out of bed. And then a little later I remarked to Chris with a little bit of regret that I will never have a girlfriend. I mean not like I'm some super bi-sexual lady or anything, but still, you know? That's something I never did. But Chris sleepily (he was still in bed, attempting to sleep, though seemingly okay with talking about me making out with Megan Fox) said "you can have a girlfriend." And I said "no I can't, you've said before I can't" and he said "well you can if I can" and I tentatively inquired, "you mean you want a boyfriend?" and he said "no, a girlfriend" so I guess I will never have a girlfriend. Ah well.
littlewashu: (white debbie)
I know this news is weeks old now, but I have photos online, so whatever. Here I go.

I already mentioned that I was in South Philly (specifically, the sports complex) after the World Series win. Well, here is what my crew looked like:


And here is what the scene outside the ballpark was like:

If you have fifty-two seconds to spare, then I'll tell you the story of my life I urge you to watch that video, because it is awesome. Especially Michelle and Flapjack.

Then that Friday I went to the Championship Parade. We parked near the stadiums, and walked north along Broad, to ostensibly meet up with Kevin, Cass et al, who were ostensibly moving southward, though every time we managed to get through to them, they were at the same freaking intersection.

We stopped heading north when it was clear the parade was on its way, and walked back to a spot where we could go right against the rope "barrier;" nay, right into the street. It was awesome. The phanatic led it off, followed closely by Pat "the Bait" Burrell. Then the trucks filled with our heroes. Here are the people I saw: Charlie Manuel (whom I did not recognize at first, because he was wearing a suit,) Mayor Nutter (holding aloft the trophy), Ryan Howard, Cole Hamels, Harry Kalas, Brett Meyers, Jimmy Rollins, Jason Werth . . . probably some others, I don't remember anymore. But they were right there! Excited as we were! A dude near us in the crowd had a sign that said DAVID WRIGHT IS GOLFING RIGHT NOW - THIS IS BETTER and they all pointed at it and took pictures.

The crowd was great. EVERYBODY was wearing Phillies gear. Like honestly probably 85% of the people there. Another 10% were wearing red. It was wonderful. Not as manic as right after the game, but still great. After the parade passed we walked up the middle of Broad to meet up with the rest of everybody. When we got there Neil was like, "did you see the Runway dude?" and I said "whuzzah?" and he pointed out Jay McCarroll! Season one winner of Project Runway! I knew that he lived in Philly now, he's teaching at one or two of the art schools in the city. So Neil and I went over to him and met him and got a picture. I looked remarkably boring and had NOTHING of interest to say, but he was very nice and friendly (and drunk,) and they thought Neil and his tattoos were cool. So we chatted a bit and then left.

Then we all meandered south towards the stadiums, and the car. There was a long period of time where we lost Flapjack and Chris, because they broke off from the group to pee; instead of walking right back, they tried to cut us off. But everyone was polite and waiting for them, whilst they were wandering farther down Broad. Also everyone was drunk on 40s. This was further complicated by the fact that the cell phone lines were jammed, and it was nigh impossible for anybody to get through to anybody else. But I found them eventually, after finagling an EXTREMELY inebriated Kevin back to the car (I offered to hold his hand to keep him from veering into traffic, but he refused.) Oh man and when I was waiting for Flaps and Chris to come back, I climbed up on the outside of a little landscaped area of some brownstone, so that they could see me better. And the homeowner came home and yelled at me for being "on his property!" On Philly day! What a toolbox. He's like, "you think you can just stand on other people's property?" and I said "you can if they're friendly!" but not too loud because I was sober and wimpy. But I wasn't messing anything up! He wanted me off on principle. He probably voted for McCain, that douchebag.

Anyway, I drove us all home and we got hoagies and no kids came to trick-or-treat at my house. That was my Halloween proper. It was worth the day off.

The next day was the Halloween Party. Chris and I were Captain Murphy and White Debbie from Sealab 2021, respectively, because we are lazy. It was our third [adult swim]-themed couple costume in a row! Phew.

This is me, and Kevin as a prisoner. We are in the Orange Coveralls Club (OCC). I don't think anyone took any pictures of Chris and me together, which is sort of funny. You should check out the rest of the pictures by clicking above: Michelle had the best costume by far. It had sound effects, and her boobs were flashing red lights. Did YOUR costume have that? No, didn't think so.
littlewashu: (spock and zarabeth)
This morning I didn't get out of bed forever because I had a dream that I was in a movie with George Clooney!!!! Oh man oh man oh man. Dreams seem so real! I was so excited! Also we went on a date in the movie, but I didn't have a terribly big part. Just that one scene with the date. But George was very nice and friendly! I remember trying, later, to parlay our professional relationship into a friendship, by leaving a message on his voice mail or something. But I didn't try to kick it to him! Because I have a boyfriend! Arrrgh. Chris and I need Lists, I think. I mean it's George Clooney! Dream Me should not be afraid to kick it to Dream George Clooney, Dream Boyfriend would understand!

littlewashu: (banana)
I took a half day today (the second half; I'm at work now) because I needed to drop Edward off this morning; he's getting his tiny kitten balls removed. I brought him in to the shelter. This is the third time he's been in our cat carrier -- the first two times were trips to the vet's, and he hated it. He is TERRIFIED in that thing. He goes into a corner and tries to make himself as small as possible. He sticks his head in the corner, thinking, presumably, that if he can't see us, we can't see him and do something scary to him. It is heartbreaking. Today I think he may even have been shaking. This is the kitten who routinely chases, hunts, and pounces upon a feline behemouth four times his size. I hate it. (His terror, I mean, I hate his terror, not the hunting, the hunting and chasing and pouncing and wrestling is highly entertaining.) Today I had to sign a paper that said it was okay if something terrible happened to him while he was in surgery, and then I patted the carrier and walked out, and though I had been really quite blase' about the whole deal up until this morning ("enjoy licking those puppies while you still can, buddy, they're coming off tomorrow!"), on my walk back to the car I started crying. My poor little baby is SO SCARED! It's not the neutering itself that made me upset, it's how scared he's going to be before and after. I'm okay now, of course, but I can't wait to pick him up this evening and be safe and familiar to him.

After I dropped Edward off, I went home to take a shower and get dressed properly. Henry was complaining, and though it was probably because I put out only adult-cat food (he prefers the kitten food, which will only make him FATTER, and I'm pretty sure Edward eats mostly the adult-cat food, because cats were invented to DRIVE PEOPLE CRAZY,) I pretended it was because he missed his little brother.

Then I went to Deptford, and you guys, I'm pretty sure that all my Christmas shopping is done. This has never ever happened to me before. I'm waiting on a few things in the mail, but not much. I have a few things to put together still, and I wish I had gotten my brother more, but still -- no more shopping! This is truly amazing.

I will probably get a Christmas tree this weekend.

Peter Boyle died. The various obituaries first reference Everybody Loves Raymond and Young Frankenstein, but to me he'll always be the guy from a funny and heartbreaking episode of The X Files. (I think it was funny. Wasn't that the one with pies?) (Everyone did their best work on that show. Like Luke Wilson. And Alex Trebek. And Jesse Ventura, and Charles Nelson Reilly.) I've always thought of Peter Boyle very fondly because of that episode.
littlewashu: (amy - what do i do?)
I know most of you guys aren't interested in celebrity gossip bullshit (and those who are have probably already seen this today) but this email is phenomenal. Lindsay Lohan supposedly sent this out to friends and lawyers via her BlackBerry the other day:

Subject: The Way of the future-Howard Hughes once said.  I am willing to release a politically/morally correct, fully adequite letter to the press if any of you are willing to help.  Simply to state my oppinions on how our society should be educated on for the better of our country.  Our people.  Also because I have such an impact on our younger generations, as well as generations older than me.  Which we all know and can obviously see.  People are just mean.  I am going to proceed with putting LR to court if need be for what she’s done to me. Its my life.  I want to live it.  People cannot lie and think its okay to continue having done so.  Simply because they will do it again to someone else, and that is not alright with me.  I have had many ups and downs, as do we all. But to make false accusations to one girl is unjust in my oppinion. Having said this, I am willing to do anything I need to get my life the way it should be and the way I work for it to be.. And have thus far in my career. Let's sue the tabloids for saying the things they say. Defamation of character. Amongst other illegal accusations, I will repeat this over and over to make my point. I am not fully aware of what these, again, accusations are, but I am fully and eagerly prepared to learn them. Have harvey and all lawyers help me please. If he is willing. Al Gore will help me he came up to me last night and said he would be very happy to have a conversation with me. If he is willing to help me, let's find out. Hilary Clinton, Bill Clinton, and Evan metroplis, and John Daur who works with them would be willing, if we just ask. If we just ASK. I'd really like to fix things and refuse to stop on any account for these unintelligent, vulgar people who like to hurt other people. Not just me, but everyone. I'm willing to hold a press conference and I will do anything necessary to do so. In putting an end to 'these people' trying to put an end to me and belittle me as well as try to be the demise of me after all I've gone through and done at such a young and tender age in a womans life. Its enough already, I've had enough and I am going to be the one to make a change. For all of my fellow actors, friends, people I admire and for those I've lost in the recent days, years, months. I do believe the focus in the world has misplaced and directed in the wrong directions and I am willing to be the one to help change that and use my celebrity status to move the focalpoint /(s) of the press to the real issues that we have going on as we speak. Anyone that is willing to help and has a family member or friend, even co-worker that is in a position to be involved in any way, shape or form, please contact me, Jenni Muro, Leslie Sloane, MichaelHeller, Jason Sloane, Jason Weinberg as soon as you can or are willing. Just ask them, it doesn't hurt to ask. So let's start now, rather than waste time. Do you agree? Because I'm doing it either way. The way of the future. Thank you for your time. Your Entertainer, Lindsay Lohan Sent wirelessly via BlackBerry from T-Mobile.

This kid is such a fucking trainwreck. This is clearly the result of a lethal combination of a poor education, naturally occurring stupidity, mental instability, shitty parenting, and being high on coke and/or oxy and/or vodka. Also this is the second time (did you see the letter she wrote after the death of Robert Altman?) she's both misspelled and misused the word "adequate." I do not think that word means what she thinks it means.
littlewashu: (Default)
Okay you guys, so I'm watching the next-to-last episode of season three of Gilmore Girls (I only started watching it regularly halfway through season five, so I've been catching up from the beginning via Netflix) and during the opening credits I see MICHAEL MARONNA! Freaking Michael Maronna! Actually, he was listed as Michael C. Maronna, which is charming -- Michael Maronna! If you don't know who Michael Maronna is (and I don't see how that's even possible), he is Pete! Hel-LO! (P.S. Wow is he young in that picture! I forgot how young Pete and Pete were at the beginning of that show. Also here is Michael Stipe selling him a fudgesicle.) Oh man I was so in love with Michael Maronna in high school. I found out that he lived in Queens, and everytime we went to visit my grandparents I would keep my eyes peeled. Just in case.

Anyway, he only ended up with a few lines in the episode, BUT he was an employee of Jess's dad in California, and I know that the original plan was to have Jess living with his dad in California be a spinoff series, with whatsherface as his dad's girlfriend. Sherilynn Finn, a la Twin Peaks (I've never seen it, no spoilers!) who currently plays Luke's baby momma on Gilmore Girls, wait where was I, oh yeah! So maybe Michael Maronna almost had a steady gig! As the quirky hot dog stand employee! But the series never got picked up, sorry Michael Maronna.

Also, in looking for a picture of Pete, I was reminded that Michael Maronna was in Slackers. I am quasi-interested in renting that just to see him. Did anyone see that movie? Was it terrible?
littlewashu: (steve)
Fuck this LiveJournal, I should be working so that I can hurry up and finish so that I can go home and do something to my apartment before my mom gets there.

But I have to talk about this dream I had this morning.

I dreamed that I had somehow hooked up with a buch of comedians, I was friends with a bunch of famous comedians even though I, myself, am not a comedian. We were at a bar, it was me and maybe three other guys, and I think they were real people in the dream like say Ray Romano or something, but I can't remember who they were. In addition to these three mediocre (but not crappy) comedians, also at the bar with us was Jonathan Katz. And then later Steve Martin arrived.

So we hung out and we laughed and we drinked and, true to life, both Jon and Steve were very dry and fairly serious. Katz was a little more joking than Steve. And I think they liked me a little! In the dream I wasn't totally sure, but now that I know it's a dream I can toss modesty aside and state that they did, indeed, like me. Katz left early and then Steve left a little later, and he looked sad to be doing so, but he did anyway. I don't think he wanted to leave me. He gave me two dollars and on one of them signed "Steve Martin" which is somewhat unusual, I read once that he gives out business cards when he meets fans but that was a long-ass time ago, I don't know if he still does that. Also, both Jon Katz and Steve Martin had designed liquors, like the way famous people design perfumes, and Katz's was pretty good but Steve's was actually really quite tasty. I had a shot of one but it was so good I decided to have a double shot on the rocks, but then Steve left and then the rest of us left and we went to some sorority where we took up the second part of some other part of the dream, which wasn't as interesting and didn't have brilliant comedians in love with me in it, so fuck it, my brain didn't even bother remembering it.
littlewashu: (Default)
This morning I had to warm up my car ahead of time. What a shame. I've been complaining about the heat for ages now, though, so I guess I can't say anything.

But DUDE this morning? Because of all the 8 Mile commercials I saw yesterday? I had a dream that I was at this graduation party for someone and it was at this big warehousey thing and not very cool, and then Eminem shows up with Christina Agulera (sp? oh yeah I don't CARE), whom I think maybe he was banging, that slut, and some other dude who was maybe famous. And I was all OMG [somebody let me know when they suspect that I'm using that term sincerely, because I think I might be getting there] because everyone else at the party was lame and I didn't want them to scare him away. So I was working it and trying to seem cool and funny and clever and I was cursing myself for not wearing clothes that made me look hot, but man, by the end of the night/dream I think I almost had him, folks.
littlewashu: (Default)
DUDE, I just had this dream that I was at a party that was also attended by famous rappers AND famous samurai, and they ALL wanted me to hang out with them! Hang out/dance/fight/smoke! Is that hot or what?

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